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i wish I could understandWhy did you do this to me?
Don't you know this literally can kill me?
When I left everything was alright
You said you were happy
But that was a lie
You just couldn't tell me the truth
That you were not happy at all
Why didn't you say anything?
Is this some sick game that you like to play?
When you kissed their lips
I hope you felt my pain
Knowing that I had been betrayed
I have cried every night over you
Now I can't take it anymore
You need to leave
I hope you find what you are looking for
Because when you return I won't be here

Love A Woman by LimrianaWhen you love a woman, you make her your everything.
You admire her beauty, and when she walks into the room, time seems to stop.
The scent of her skin is intoxicating- she makes you want her without even trying.
It's really impossible to describe that feeling you have when she's curled up beside you, telling you she loves you.
Your heart leaps when she laughs- it's the most wonderful sound in the world to you.
The fact that I'm a woman too doesn't make a single word of this moot point.
"When you love a woman, you tell her that she's really wanted.
When you love a woman, you tell her that she's the one.
She needs somebody to te

DifficultEven today I remember how I came to be part of I am today, it all had begun long ago when I was still little. The exact age I can't remember, but the feeling had behind everything. I was young, very young and I loved watching TV, sometimes when I would see pretty girls I would stare at them, it was confusing to me. I thought it was wrong for me, a girl to be watching those pretty girls or beautiful they were. I always tried to forget, to try and never look at them, but I never could, I would think. "It's okay, you are just watching them because it's different, doesn't make you lesbian." Time passed and I always tried ignoring the fact that I

breezeSitting under shady trees
A breeze is blowing
Slightly.
Following your footsteps
And hearing your voice.
Darling,
I am closer than ever
They won't let me near
I love you I love you
But we fear more than fear.

The mallThe mall

dreaded beauty around every corner
sinful sirens call my name
lust filled thoughts creep and crawl
avoidance never ending
ignoring them all
hated pleasure seen on their face
body longs for just a taste
seductive temptresses
dark and tall
on this ordinary journey
you call the mall

Social Suicide?Oh, someday,
I would love to commit the act,
The act so set on my mind.
I want to commit the act
Of social suicide.
I want to be strung up
By a rainbow dyed rope.
I wish I could shout to the world
What's on my mind.
How I just want to tell
Everyone I know.
But I can't
Because I'm scared.
I know I should be proud of who I am,
But what if others
Aren't proud of what I am?
So I keep to myself,
Until one day
When I am ready to hang by my rainbow rope.

The Realm of DreamsA dreamer lost in the land of daylight
the forgotten nightmares within her grasp
she sang of the stars and the moon
she told of a far a way land
a realm in which her beloved awaited her
freedom of the world she belonged too
and she bid ado to all those she knew
a vagabond, a slave to her ideals
and when Prince Charming did away with his life
she ruled as justly as she could in her mourning state
eventually finding love with the fairies
and learning that love isn't always a fairytale
while she held close to her first love's memory.

One day a wise man asked how could she not weep
and she pulled out a flask
"I was told if I put al

Was it all a dreamWas it all a dream?

They met in a dance studio. She was a third year student, sophisticated, beautiful, aloof. A cascade of reddish-brown hair fell on the sides of her face. A set of almond-shaped eyes set deep in the face. Jasmine had walked in timidly, suddenly feeling all her self-confidence stripped away in the face of her grace and beauty. They were introduced by the receptionist and she smiled, a small tragic smile. Asline, that was her name. Unusual, beautiful, and haunting. They shook hands, not saying a word. It was sometime later that Jasmine dared to look in her eyes. The depth of the pale amber eyes was lulling. She found herself

PredeterminedNot a choice
So they say
I have no say
In who I love
Who I want to make love to.
Well I say no.
I say I can choose.
I chose girls.
Girls are softer, sweeter
More complex, more naieve.
They don't hold
The coarseness of men
Or at least
Theirs is a different kind of coarseness.
I chose girls
Because they are beautiful.
Maybe I was born like this
Maybe not.
But I choose to believe
In my own free will
My ability to choose
For myself
Where my heart might go.

It's Natural to Feel LonelyDid you know
that I am a snowflake?

I am small and fragile.

I think carefully
and act erratically.

Oftentimes I can't think any straighter than I can fall
while being blown about by November winds etcetera.

I say things I don't mean
and I mean things I don't say.

I am slow to anger but prone to melting.

Did you know
that I am a snowflake?

Sometimes I am insignificant.
But it doesn't prevent me
from being anything less
than myself.

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The hills speak to me
The sky whispers your name
The moon eclipses
The sun declares us free

The energy
The sustenance
The lapse of consciousness
The waking remains

Eyes veiled
Minds waste in illusive dream
Memory trickles in
Denial prevails

Reality is what reality may be
Who imagines?
Who dares to create?
Truly create: Escape the exploitation

Bound by attachments of security
Fitting in comforts
The peace of having and holding
Keeping… yet losing ALL

All is nothing
Nothing a remnant
Void becomes material
Material a haze

Do not allow the eye to rule
Vie

Good Morning Sweet HeartGood Morning Sweet Heart

The birds are singing outside my window
I smell chocolate silk brewing
Water is running in the bathroom
I open my eyes to the new morning

I stretch
My feet out with toes pointed
My chin reaches for the ceiling
My arms pulling outward from my sides

Ahhhh… I yawn with a bear trap of a mouth
As I wipe the sleep from my eyes
I move my feet to the side and then over the bed
They meet the floor with a thud

I lean my whole body forward my head in between my legs
I breathe in as fully as I can
I yawn once more in tones like a song
Whoo, whoo….whooo, whoo

I slowly rise and stand
Hoping for homo-ere

Dream LoverDream Lover

We walk hand in hand
Our arms gently sway between us
The sand beneath our feet is cold and wet
The moon is covering the sun

What a sight
This island is the place to be
The eclipse is nearly complete
You draw me to you

You caress my inner arm
Each stroke exhilarates me
My hair stands at full attention from your touch
I have to catch my breath

The clouds begin to cover the spectacle
A crack of thunder
A flash of lightning
I sit straight up in my bed

OH, for the love of…
What a way to wake up
Go back to sleep: must get back to sleep
Inside myself and reunited with you my love

The rain drops hammer the windo

Why Me?...Why Now?Why me ? Why Now?

A knock at the door
I know it is YOU
I let YOU inside
I want YOU to stay

You smile
You speak
Your mouth does not move
Yet my ears ring in tune with YOU

Very well, I do not dispute
The need is severe
The resources replete
YOUR certainty is unfailingly sure

There are many more than I
I am but a micro speck of the whole
Yet you seek me out from among them
Do I care enough to be host to your call?

In me YOU reside
I am within YOUR realm
I am without fear
You cradle me with warmth beyond measure

Why me?
Why now?
Is it the time to be what I am to be?
The created willing participant of your design

I embr

Where is my HELP?

Where is my Help?

My beacon is transmitting
My signal is strong
Some ONE will come by
Someone will hear my cry

I am not alone
Not physically
Not spiritually
I am; however, the only one of my kind now here

I cannot say this to the natives
I have in previous circumstances
It gets me enslaved
Or worse, put to death

Death is not the end of me
IT is a way to skip through time
Where we go, no one here truly knows
Most cling to the legitimacy of their own belief structures

OH , Father God Apollo
Dear Mother/Father Hyacynthus
I miss you both
I wish to be myself again,…without restraint

Where are you
Is there no one else her

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Don't give up on ME

by ~purpledeco, Apr 1, 2007, 8:11:53 PM
Literature / Poetry / Romantic / Post-Teen (Mature) / Urban & Spoken Word

Don’t give up on ME

Your eyes are filled with sympathy
Sadness for not seeing what you once adored
Sorry I disappoint you
I do not mean to

I died along the way
I languish in the inability to make things right
Unable to control my destructive circumstances emasculates me
I guess I am floundering in self pity

Once My belief structures were shattered
I became subject to most any outcome
Whatever is?<^>Is Whatever Will Be
I can not distinguish anything

I am usually not a fatalist
I am the most positive thinking person I know
My shinny outlook is now fading
What is the purpose of this life’s travesty?

I miss you my beloved: I miss US
I am afraid that our love may be the last casualty
The final victim of this unearned circumstantial barrage
I do not want to lose you

You have been broken down by my having been broken
I try to pick myself up
There has been no real opportunity for me
I will not fail you: I will never give up HOPE

It may be too late
We may already be over
Continuing our routine familiarities
Just holding on… because we are not willing to let go

When my door opens I will walk through it
You are welcome to remain with me on my new journey
I will rise again like the phoenix: I promise
Once more to light up your life and keep you secure

Don't give up on MEby ~purpledeco

Literature / Poetry / Romantic / Post-Teen (Mature) / Urban & Spoken Word

I am sure this may reflect on quite a few folks these days.

What a shame when our true love for our spouses and the genuine union of our two souls can be chipped away and become an added loss to life's ongoing uncontrolable losses.

Thank you for reading my work <^>

~purpledeco Sep 15, 2009 Writer

Thank you Shane for your heart felt comment and for Faving "Don't give up on ME"

"love is only in the present momemt"...very thought provoking. Pondering on one's love in the past may not be in the moment; however, it was once said "It is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all"... and pondering on "thoughts of an unrealized future" may be a wishful hope to have again, to keep, or to be a part of some day.

I am so happy to read the way other's perceive and express their thought processes. You sir are consistently one of those folks here at dA that shares with me your perception of "process" very well.

Thank you,

John

`thetaoofchaos Sep 16, 2009 Hobbyist Writer

you're welcome john. no one else on dA offers up themselves more completely than you do (in your writing).

~purpledeco Sep 17, 2009 Writer

Thank you...I am honored by your kind words

~riknard Sep 13, 2009

sad yet well expressed, and, yeah, familiar... good one

~purpledeco Sep 15, 2009 Writer

Thank you Rich

I'm glad you enjoyed "Don't give up on ME"

~riknard Sep 16, 2009

I realized when I just reread "Don't give up on ME" that it, too, was an input to my writing "A walk on the beach"... the departure and disappointment that it brings, whether physical departure or mental/emotional departure.

~purpledeco Sep 17, 2009 Writer

I very much enjoy your poem, "A walk on the beach": I have already added it to my FAV's.

I look forward to reading more of your work.

~riknard Sep 18, 2009

many kind thanks your way...

~purpledeco Sep 18, 2009 Writer

`thetaoofchaos Sep 12, 2009 Hobbyist Writer

it does have a relevant ring to it. the real shame is that we cannot seem to grasp the beauty of the present; spending our time in other realms instead. love is only in the present moment, not in memories of the past and not in thoughts of an unrealized future.

your words

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